Chadslist: on the Front Porch

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On the Front Porch

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In the time before hookup apps, there was: Chadslist.

"What do you mean you aren't coming? I planned this a week ago. You promised you'd make time. I could've gone skiing with my friends. Now, I'm stuck alone at home because... because you're a shitty fucking boyfriend," Janet raised her phone, as if to throw it, stomped her foot, and then snarled before she returned the phone to her ear.

"Please. Let me----"

"Don't bother. I'm sick of your excuses. We're done."

"Come on, Janet. Don't be like----"

"Fuck off, Robert. Don't fucking call me again."

Janet hurled the phone against the pile of pillows on her bed. She knew she should have dumped Robert weeks ago. Hell, she should never have started dating him. Instead, she'd given him the benefit of the doubt. He'd say he was busy with work, then call late at night, looking for sex. Then, whenever she wanted to do anything besides fuck, he'd be busy again. She had started to feel used but justified it one way or another, until tonight when she finally broke and conceded he was only with her for the sex. Canceling on the elaborate date she'd planned was the last straw.

The sex wasn't even that good, at least for her. If she was going to have uncommitted sex, then it might as well be what she wanted. With someone who could actually make her cum.

"Now fucking what?" Janet ran her hands through her hair, looking around her bedroom, unsure what to do for the evening.

Her friends had gone skiing. They'd rented a cabin, and wouldn't be home until later Sunday. They were probably already drunk and fixing for a midmorning start on the slopes. Needing the time to emerge from their hangovers. She'd stayed behind, planning to spend time with Robert. Dinner. Dancing. Then sex. Not their usual sex and then sleep. If he even bothered to stay the night, usually ducking out saying he had an early morning. Now, she was alone in an empty house with nothing to do. She thought about calling some girls she hadn't seen since freshman year, but realized she wasn't in the mood. They'd only try to make her feel better about her breakup. They were nice like that, but honestly, she just wanted to move on. Robert wasn't worth mourning, or even getting drunk over.

What she needed was a guy to hook up with. She wanted to be fucked like Robert couldn't. Standing up for herself and finally dumping Robert had infused her with energy, and that excess vigor was being diverted to another purpose. She was fucking horny.

She wanted to cum. No, she wanted someone else to make her cum. Something Robert had failed at consistently. In part because he didn't like to take risks. He was boring in bed. Any time Janet saw a hidden spot in public, she told Robert about it, hoping to sneak away and get it on. But Robert was afraid of getting caught. He wouldn't take the risk, even for Janet. It wasn't that Janet wanted to get in trouble. She wasn't stupid, but she wouldn't have cared if anyone saw her. In fact, the idea turned her on. The risk was the turn on. If it was planned, then it would be boring. It had to be natural. Spontaneous. Uninvited by those that might stumble upon her and whomever she was fucking.

Maybe she could find someone who wasn't as shy and risk adverse, but where would such a guy be on a Friday night?

She did not want to go to the bars alone. She didn't like to drink and, honestly, always thought it was sad when people were alone in public. Especially drunk. More importantly, she didn't want to hook up with some drunk guy who claimed to have an eight-inch cock, the stamina of Sting, and the ability to make her cum with just his pinky. She knew better than to trust a desperate guy at the end of the night. They'd say anything to get you to go home with them.

That's when she remembered Chadslist. She'd used it to buy a bike the previous summer, but it also had a personals section. She hadn't browsed it herself, but she'd heard some guys talking about how you could post looking for hookups. It hadn't worked for them, but maybe it would for her. After all, it was always easier to get laid as a girl. At least after you sifted through all the bullshit that guys produced.

Sitting at her computer, she navigated to the "Causal Encounters" section. She hesitated before selecting to post an ad. She paused again, this time longer, not knowing what to write. She only knew she wanted to find someone who was more fun than Robert. More adventurous. But what did that look like? What was she in the mood for? She had never had the opportunity to dictate what she wanted and wasn't sure what the guys browsing Chadslist on a Friday evening would be open to. She should have known better. She should have known they'd be open to almost anything she suggested. She was the one in control.

Her panties grew damp as she thought through the possibilities. Her mind raced, dreaming up all kinds of wild fantasies. Being used by multiple guys in the middle of a party. Fucking on the desk in front of a large lecture. Swimming naked in the rec center pool... although she didn't need a guy for that one. She slid a hand beneath her waist band, slipping a finger through her slippery folds before engaging her clit. She stared at the blank form. She wanted something risky but also didn't want to leave her house. She was in one of those moods.

"Fuck, what do I write? What if the guy is some serial killer?" Janet said to herself. "This is a bad idea."

Still drawing a blank, she thought through more realistic scenarios, wondering if any post to Chadslist was a good idea. She debated how safe it was to invite a stranger into her home. Then she thought about all the guys her roommate had brought home from the bars. Was dancing in the dark enough to gauge if a guy was safe? Not really, and if she was being honest, the guy being an unknown was a huge turn on. Well, almost an unknown. She wanted to know something about the guy.

Please send a photo in your response,

was the first thing Janet typed. She wasn't posting a photo of herself, but she wasn't going to fuck some dude without knowing what he looked like. Then again, she didn't horribly care what his face looked like, just his----

Please send a photo of your penis in your response.

Janet rewrote. No, that didn't sound right.

Please send a photo of your cock.

That was better.

She figured that was all she needed tonight: a good cock. Not that she didn't care about the body, but she wanted to sort out all the guys with six pack but a four incher. Plus, if they'd already shown their dick, she could easily get them to show her the rest of their body.

What else did she want? Did she want to meet them in the park down the street? She'd been eying the enclosed slide as a possible hookup spot since she moved in. No. That wasn't what she was in the mood for. She wanted to wait for the guy... naked. Have him show up and service her, then leave. No names. No nothing. That was hot, but wasn't quite quenching her desire for risk. The stranger was risky to her, but if he just fucked her in her living room there wasn't a chance of getting caught. She didn't think she was up for full on public sex. Not yet anyway. She needed training wheels.

She remembered the front porch and how it was visible from the street but only above the waist. If you were lying on the chaise, only your head could be seen. That would be perfect.

I'll be waiting for you on my front porch... completely naked!

Janet typed.

If I like what I see, and you promise to do as I ask, I'll give you my address.

Her hands shook, and her heart raced as she typed. Her pussy grew wetter. She knew this was a bad idea----a very, very risky endeavor----but it turned her on so much. She could close the window and forget about the idea, but she knew she'd regret not doing it for the rest of the evening. If not longer. Probably until she finally went through with it. If so, why not do it now? Because it was dangerous. Risky. She could get arrested... or murdered. Was it better to play it safe or take the risk? Maybe Robert had been---- No, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction, even if it was only in her head. She entered her email address and hit "post."

Janet was amazed. The responses started to flood her inbox almost immediately. Her computer dinging with each new message, forcing her to silence the console. Who were these guys? Were they just continuously refreshing Chadslist in hopes of finding someone to fuck for the evening? Janet didn't like that idea. The attention turned her on, but it also felt icky if that was the type of man it was coming from. She'd posted because she wanted to avoid the desperate guys in the bars. Now, she'd just found a different subset of sad, horny men.

Nevertheless, she started to open the emails. There had to be a gem in there somewhere. Many didn't have photos attached and were immediately deleted without reading. She took longer to examine the others. Most photos were close-ups, with little reference to their size, and she clicked through those with haste. The ones that looked nice, she kept open, wanting to compare them. Many were fine, but nothing caught her eye. Nothing made her lust after what she saw.

It took about an hour before she found one that stood out from the rest. It was a gorgeous cock, pressed down against a table, with a can of soda lying next to it. While not as thick as the can, it was close and appeared to be almost twice as long. Janet gasped, not knowing if she'd be able to take something that large, but a growing desire to try, seeped into her body. Straight through to her soaked cunt.

I'm free all night. Just let me know where you want me to put this,

the email read.

It was short and sweet. Well, not sweet, but it was all Janet needed to know. He was clearly confident, knowing he had a great cock. He didn't have to win her over with his words. It was all said in the photo. This photo was worth way more than a thousand words. Although, she only needed it to be worth one: orgasm. Well, hopefully three or four. She could see his abs and thighs as well. He seemed to be in good shape. No pot belly or chicken legs to go with this monster dick. She thought about writing back and asking for a face photo, but then she realized that him showing up without her knowing what his face looked like was almost as big of a turn on as his dick.

Was this the guy? He seemed perfect. But why was someone with this dick at home, browsing Chadslist on a Friday evening? Maybe he was shy? Maybe he was insane? Or didn't have any friends? Maybe he was married and his wife was out of town? She paused, contemplating that one. That actually turned her on. She wasn't sure why, but she'd be okay fucking a married man. Her mind continued to spiral, until she realized that she was home alone on a Friday and had posted to Chadslist. Who was she to judge? At least he hadn't been someone who responded in the first few seconds of her posting. He'd taken almost an hour to write her. That seemed reasonable. She replied with her address and told him to arrive in an hour.

***

Her mind was still reeling as she stepped into the shower. What did she actually know about this guy? Was that even his cock? How old was he? She'd assumed it would be college guys browsing Chadslist, but it was Friday night, most of them were trying to pick up girls at bars and house parties. This was probably an older man. But how old? His skin didn't look aged, so maybe late twenties or early thirties. Did that even matter? Janet had always thought older guys, especially those who kept fit, were attractive. She'd never fucked one, but she wasn't opposed. She'd heard they were better lovers, and she didn't want some young stud who thought he was God's gift to women to come over and give her three pumps and bail. Then again, if that happened, she could just contact one of the many guys who'd emailed her.

She'd finished soaping and was now standing under the hot water with one hand massaging her breast and the other rubbing her clit. The more she thought of the stranger, his isolated cock, the more turned on she got. In her mind, he was tall, dark hair, with a short, neatly trimmed beard. His pubic hair had been well kept and dark, but she'd been with plenty of blond guys who had black pubes. He was certainly white but not naturally too pale, unless he sunbathed nude, which she could imagine given the ad he'd responded to. She forced herself to stop imagining what he looked like. She wanted to be surprised when he arrived.

Instead, she thought of what he would do to her. He would take his time, eating her out until she came on his face, Making sure she got one good orgasm before he took his. Only then, would he slide his massive cock inside her. He would be kind but firm, taking his time and making her squirm as he coaxed her toward another orgasm. He'd unleash his torrent of cum inside her when he heard her scream into the night air.

"Oh my god," Janet moaned as her knees buckled, and she had to grab the soap tray to keep from falling to the shower floor.

She'd been so caught up in the fantasy that her climax caught her off guard. It wasn't massive, but it dulled the ache she'd started to feel when she posted the ad. She had wanted to hold off, thinking it would make the hook up better, but she was glad that she'd cum. She could think a little clearer now.

Did she want this stranger to cum inside her? Did she want his semen to leak from her cunt as he pulled his large dick from her well fucked cunt? Of course she did, but it was a bad idea. Fucking a stranger was one thing, but doing so without a condom was another. Then again, she had an IUD. She wouldn't get pregnant. And most STD's could be cured with antibiotics, but what about those that couldn't? Those were the bad ones. This was a bad idea. Condoms it would be.

"If he's half as good as I imagine, this is going to be the best night ever," Janet said to herself as she wrapped a towel around herself.

There were still twenty minutes before he was supposed to arrive. She didn't want to get dressed just to strip again. She'd promised to meet him naked, and she wanted to spend some time on the porch to be comfortable when he arrived. Once she was dry, she grabbed a sheet of condoms----Three should be enough? Right?----and headed to the porch. She hesitated at the front door and peered outside. She made sure the sidewalk was clear before she sprinted to the chaise in the corner, ducking below the half wall before anyone walked past the house.

It was a warm autumn evening, but the air still stung as it hit parts of her body unaccustomed to being exposed. Goose bumps immediately covered her. By the time she settled on the upholstered furniture, her nipples were hard and her pussy was wet. A quiver, starting in her hands, slowly swept through her body until she was shivering like she was entering hyperthermia.

It wasn't the temperature causing this. It was her nerves. They'd been manageable when she was in the house, but now that she was lying naked, with only the porch wall separating her from those who passed on the sidewalk, she'd lost control. She breathed deeply and intentionally as she began to caress her body. She began to think of what the stranger would do to her, trying to control her nerves via her lust. It worked, but only so much. The idea turned her on, but the reality of sitting on her front porch, naked, waiting for a man, who she'd only seen his cock, was terrifying. Still she waited.

Janet took a deep breath and focused on the feeling of her fingers tweaking her nipples as her other hand slid down her bare stomach, inching closer to her clit. She'd already climaxed in the shower, and she wanted to wait for the stranger to cum again, but that wasn't going to stop her from playing with herself. Just enough to keep herself on the verge as she waited. As she concentrated on her sexual pleasure, her nervous tremors calmed. She guessed they'd return when the stranger approached, but for now, she was content with lying exposed while playing with herself.

She was concealed from the street. The patio walls kept prying eyes from seeing her naked body, but it was still exhilarating to know she could not cover up if someone came to the door. There was nowhere to hide, nor could she get inside without exposing herself to the visitor. Further, if she did end up fucking the forthcoming stranger, there was nothing to conceal, or even muffle, the sounds of their love making from the whole block. It was almost eleven, and most people were out partying, but there was still foot traffic along the sidewalk, with partiers either showing up late or leaving early.

She could hear the voices of groups walking by, causing her to turn her head and look at the unknown people as they cluelessly strolled on. What would they do if they knew she was playing with herself only twenty feet away? How many would stop and watch? Or maybe even offer to help if they knew? Did she want that? What was going to happen when the stranger arrived? Would he go through with fucking her in the open like this? Would people stop when they heard? Would she care if they watched? Or would she panic and go inside? Maybe inviting the man along or maybe bailing on the whole situation. Janet didn't know how she would react, but in her head, he fucked her right where she currently lay, and she ignored how anyone else would react to their actions.

She wasn't turned on by the thought of people watching, not directly, but neither did it dissuade her. It was the act of fucking in public, with or without an audience, that got her wet. The more she thought about it, the closer she came to another orgasm, but she still had five minutes before he showed up, if he was going to, and she didn't want to cum yet. She backed off, ignoring her clit, and slowly fingering herself with two digits while she once again concentrated on her breathing. Trying to calm herself as panic sought to overwhelm her once again.

"I hope you're the one who posted on Chadslist," a deep voice said, startling Janet's eyes open.

Before her stood a handsome man, but not entirely what she'd pictured. He was tall and broad-shouldered but was clean-shaven and blonde. He wasn't the middle-aged man she'd started to fantasize about, looking like he could still be in college or maybe grad school. Maybe his late twenties if he used sunscreen. His vibe toed a line between a frat boy and a nerd. He had a chiseled jawline and bleached white teeth, but horned-rimmed glasses adorning his eyes. He wore an untucked button-down shirt, which he was halfway through removing by the time Janet had a chance to compose herself and speak.

"Um, yeah. Yes. Yeah, I'm the one," Janet stumbled over her words before finding them. "I posted the ad. You're in the right place."

Upon seeing him, she felt relieved. Only now aware of how much she'd dreaded what he might look like. That fact he was cute, no, handsome, no, fucking hot as shit eased those fears but did nothing to dissuade the idea that it was a bad choice to wait for him naked. It was hot when she thought about it and even hotter when she was playing with herself on the porch, but now that he stood above her, fully clothed----well, his shirt was unbuttoned now----as she lay before him, naked as the day she was born, she realized how exposed she truly was.

There was no build-up. No flirty banter. No anticipation of what either of them would look like naked after kissing in the corner of a dark club. She'd known what his cock was like, but he'd come here blind, assuming she'd be something he was interested in. She realized that he had to have had the thought of just walking away if she was fat or ugly. She began to worry about whether that was what he thought of her. She knew she wasn't fat, but who could say if he thought she was ugly? She didn't. Her friends didn't. Anyone she'd ever cared about didn't. But that was just what they said to her. How did she know what they truly thought? How did she know what this stranger thought?